Different Identities

Well there you go.  I've completely forgotten all about me promising to post the pic.  But everyone keeps reminding me lol. There's the "bad luck shirt" pic as someone called it on here. So stop sending me emails/DM on Twitter - I've satisfied your need to see the shirt where people feel the need to throw things at me. I can't find the shirt right now,  but hopefully the next time I wear it,  no one will throw anything at me. ;)

He does the "scan" and says "no I'm having a  hard  time handling anything about you." Cute little play on words. We went back inside before my family woke up. I apologized for my sexual aggressive side, and told him the truth about the mental arousal from the psychological exhibitionism. Then he went home. I love pushing my neighbour's buttons. Especially because I know they're these two teenagers who act cool around me, but get off on the way I tease them. I go into my balcony into my towel soaking wet, and watch as they try to cover up their boners while playing basketball. I tan in my bikini and watch them do the same thing. Even if they knew they could get into bed with me - they'd be too stupid, scared and oblivious to take that chance. I have wild conversations on the phone and watch them wonder. Giving them something to talk about is where I derive my pleasure. I emphasize the sway in my hips, mess up my hair to make it look like I just g...

It's 5:30 A.M. I'm studying and repeating ridiculous business terms that are pretentious. I took a break around midnight and asked Logan if he wanted to come over to watch some show he's been talking about. We didn't do that. We sat on my balcony and talked instead. The tone of the conversation was .. base. It became dark very quickly. First, I asked him if he's ever killed anyone. (If you're new here - he's a cop). He shushs me, just in case anyone was outside. I tried to reassure him no one was outside. A few seconds later, the scent of cigarette smoke filled the air. I smirked. I knew who it was - my neighbour. Most likely the shy teenage boy. He obviously doesn't smell it - he was too immersed discussing his career. As I inhale the scent of the cigarette - I stood up. My balcony oversees many of my neighbour's yards. I tried to subtly see if I could spot him. I didn't. He was probably on the side of his house smoking. This made my heart pou...

Hello everyone, I won't be posting on here from now until August 4th. I'm incredibly stressed out with exams, and not to mention I seriously need to hone my math skills. Maybe when I take my breaks I'll post some stuff. Right now,  I have a draft about your "hideous unacceptable selves". An event occurred yesterday that brought out my "hideous unacceptable self". Hopefully I'll post that soon, but that event will probably put me in a depression. In fact, I can feel it coming. I'll keep everyone updated. Back to studying, suffering and crying now.

Alright so I've turned off the comment section (I think) because most of you have lost the "privilege" of posting comments freely. This blog is "low key" and it's not as known, if at all - compared to my main blog. Where it's so easy to find, and if you google my name the first results you'll find are "scarlett kennedy author" "scarlett kennedy quora" I posted that really personal stuff about these guys because I thought no one was reading. That and my identity experiments reminded me of "R". and Logan is obviously involved. BA is totally out of the picture, and now Logan is in it. There will be no talk about these men any longer. From now on, if Logan or BA are involved, I won't post their parts in the stories. I'm growing very fond of Logan - not to mention, his uniform makes it easier to become fond of him ;-). Haha all jokes aside - I AM NOT FUCKING AROUND. All stupidity is not tolerated in this ...

Yeah.... there we go. Yesterday's encounter was different.. Apparently in his own words - he's not trying to fuck around. He wants something "serious." We had this conversation that really drew me to him. Note: These conversations have so much meaning to me, that's why I write about them. "So why did you and BA break up?" I rolled my eyes. I refused to answer, because I was too busy feeling my feelings of shame and guilt for messing with this cop's mind. "A girl like you needs a real man. But are you real?"  He caught me off guard. But in a way that captured my attention. "You meet all these men who want a commitment, and most girls would kill to have that. I know my sister would. But all these guys seem to be huge assholes. Especially BA." "What other guys? And Ba? How?" "He compromised his happiness. He let you see other guys as long he could keep you. If that were me, I wouldn't allow ...

Here are some updates from today: I walked to Logan's house to apologize. I realized the "consequences" of my actions... or have I? His neighbours are out on their porch. He opens up the door, and says "Soo you're here to finally confess your feelings for me?" "I wanted to let you know I haven't actually killed anyone." He glares at me. He takes a step out, probably to see if anyone has heard. And his neighbours are looking at me in terror. "Don't worry guys, she's not a complete psycho." He chuckles nervously. He takes a step back and opens the door wider. "Get in before you scare off all my fucking neighbours." "What is it that you want? You want me to bury your fiance for you?" "Oh my god you would do that for me? Wow,  your loyalty runs deep." "I checked - he's alive you sick bitch. Let's not talk loyalty right now, Let's talk about what's in your sick head...

Today was hilarious. I went into a bar (yes, by myself). Why? Because I felt like it. I didn't intend on this to happen.. but it did. The act of drinking alone was tranquil. A few minutes into it, a guy sits next to me. I'm seriously hoping he doesn't talk to me. Of course at that moment, he attempts to initiate a conversation. My body language and tone of voice screamed "stay away from me". My answers were of monotone one word answers. Along with flirtatious and sexual undertones, he decides he wants to follow me out once I pay my tab and finish up my drink. I stopped abruptly in front of the door and blink at him. "Have a good day." We're in the parking lot now. Guy: Well don't you want to spend more time talking? Me: Not really. I have to go to work, goodbye. Guy: Okay.. so can I get your number? Me: I don't have one. Guy is persisting further. Frustration is undoubtedly present on my face. "What do you want buddy?"...

**Note: Most of my posts are long reads, unless I don't post the backstory, the day is uneventful or the full story. However, I love writing and sharing these peculiar stories. So get cozy if you want to read the entire post. Another note: Today was day one, which I'm currently writing about. But I sometimes can't write the post on the same day because I'm incredibly busy with exams, work family stuff and moving shit. Although I may just leave it there because .. who cares. I don't have time for that nonsense. From August 4th - September 3rd, I'll have a month off. Therefore I can post more freely. ----------- People involved in this story: (all names have been changed to protect their privacy). Jane: Friend from Day three french accent Mitch: Friend Joe: 7 year old neighbour. (At least I think he is). Billy: Joe's dad. Ba: Well all of you know who he is. Harley: BA's brother. Logan: Cop guy from my twitter pics ----- Setting: Mitch. Jane ...

Hey all 😊 You know when you're listening to your favorite song on YouTube and you scroll down the comments? I was listening to my favorite song "Don't you (forget about me) - simple minds.  And found a beautiful comment that illustrates the meaning of this blog. Within us are several, and contradicting personalities waiting to come to the surface. There may be one prominent personality but when the time is right,  explore  the others.  Examine the criminal,  adventurer,  lover, friend, brain etc.  You'll be surprised to discover what you're capable of. What your potential may be. Give yourself a pat on the back once you do. On another note make sure they play this song at my funeral.  😇 . Life is short and knowing me and my lifestyle, I won't be around for long and that's fine.  😊 To the person reading this,  please know I could never forget about you.  I'm not capable of such an absurd thing.  And if you hear ...

I thought it would be interesting if you guys asked me questions anonymously.  Why? Because life is short.  So do it. Simply comment below (choose the anonymous option) and I'll reply HONESTLY. Ask me ANYTHING. I won't know who you are.. but you'll know who I am. :-)

Hello everyone, The function of this new blog is self explanatory. The role of one person/persona is restricting. One of the reasons I love watching movies is because it puts me in a position where I can be someone else. The idea of leading double lives is spellbinding. Having a secret life where people assume they apprehend who I am yet behind their backs - I'm someone else. Even with a new name.  One of my favourite channels on Youtube (The school of life) explains that having one job is boring. Due to the fact that many of us want to explore several identities. Yet can't because being one person is limiting. Popular questions like "if you could be someone for another day, who would you be?" A simple question such as that, can take us to unknown places mentally, where we are someone else for the day. We are our archetypal versions. Some of us have examined our worst versions. Some have a prohibited aspiration to transform into their unfavourable selves. ...